he imagined that an oil painting wouldn't depict a bird perched, about to shit on the stranger's car.
I'm sure someone, somewhere, may have thought about painting that. Have you ever seen Sam Cotton's reels of seagulls and bin chickens?
I probably couldn't think of anythign worse than talking to people, except online. At least I can control it a little here.
Great writing, as usual! And your approach to the theme was clever.
What a well directed video clip. The colour grading is fantastic. Very filmic. The language of the lyrics appeals to me as well, something about the structure. The unexpected juxtaposition.
I wonder, if we ever do move to a world of automated taxis, what those old-chaps (and people who would like to have a fantasy about being one of those old-chaps) driving other people around will do with their life.
Another mental health epidemic of loneliness, I'd wager.
The prompt for today's session is "masseur". I think I'm going to write a story about an industrial accident.
My favourite masseur doesn't shut up. She's amazing and we love a chat but I don't exactly relax because we are too busy chatting about love, the universe, etc.
How good is that clip. Saw them on stage at Glasto (on BBC) and loved it.
I've been waiting for someone to mention a chaise lounge ever since
I'm so glad I ended that wait for you.